Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard - Chapter 135

c134 Minister of Magic of the Americas

All roads have an end, let alone the Minister’s Office, which is only one floor away.

No matter how slow John Doug’s steps were, these dozens of steps also came to the end.

However, Grete noticed that his body, which was originally tense and stiff, became relaxed as he got closer to the upper floor.

Or rather, it gave Grete a feeling of resignation.

Speaking of which, Grete had been hiding in the American Ministry of Magic for a whole day, and he had basically inspected all the administrative departments of the American Ministry of Magic.

The only thing he had not entered was the Minister of Magic’s office.

It was not because of anything else, but because this place, like those confidential departments, had set up a very alarming warning spell.

Grete tried to get closer, but even if it was an extremely calm magic particle, when he hid in it, it would still bring out extremely obscure magic fluctuations.

The wizard might not be able to sense it, but the warning spell would definitely not ignore this fluctuation.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Grete did not try to break in again.

But now that John Doug wants to go in, Gret can stick to him and rely on his magic to hide the magic fluctuations brought by his integration into the magic particles.

As expected, when John Doug passed the warning spell at the door, a subtle wave swept across his body, and only after confirming his identity did he calm down again.

This is the first time Gret has seen the Minister of Magic in America.

He is different from all the wizards Gret has ever seen.

If Gret didn’t know that he was the Minister of Magic, Gret would think he was more like a politician.

Whether it was the straight suit, the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, or the gleam in his eyes from time to time, they all gave Gret a sense of déjà vu of a politician.

He doesn’t even look like a wizard.

There are few objects from the magic world in his office.

Except for the wand on the table and the fireplace with only the shape of flames but no flame temperature, there is no trace of magic.

On the table is a landline phone that is exactly the same as that of American politicians.

Behind him was the flag of the United States of America, and the important documents were separated by document racks.

As for John Doug, he began to hold his breath and concentrate after entering the office.

It was not at all like what Raven Case said, that John Doug was the most trusted confidant of the Minister of Magic.

Gret could clearly feel his stiff muscles through the magic particles surrounding him.

It was as if he was not facing the Minister of Magic to whom he was loyal, but a silent beast.

That sense of disobedience made Gret feel as if he had come to Voldemort’s meeting.

No, that was more cautious and fearful than when the Death Eaters faced Voldemort.

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“Have you finished processing today’s memories?”

When Light Meyer’s voice came out, John Doug’s body trembled involuntarily.

Then he nodded nervously, “Yes, Minister Wright, as usual, according to the regulations, everything has been handled.”

His voice was unusually dry, like a hinge that had been in disrepair for a long time, making an uncomfortable friction sound.

Wright Meier was very old, at least compared to the average age of the Ministers of Magic in various countries, who were about fifty years old, he was a little too old.

In other countries, a wizard in his seventies or eighties with gray hair like him should have retired early to enjoy life.

It is impossible for him to still control the Ministry of Magic, which manages millions of people.

After all, the magic world is different from the Muggle world. If the Minister of Magic does not have superhuman spellcasting ability, it is difficult to subdue the various thorns in the magic world.

But Wright Meier, with his gray hair, firmly held the Ministry of Magic in his hands.

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that although Wright Meier is very old, he does not give people the feeling of being old and frail.

Ignoring the intelligence and the white hair, it can be seen that he is not actually old.

Time seems to have only whitened his hair, but has not left much trace of time on other parts of his body.

Smooth skin and shrewd eyes all show his superhuman energy.

He can be said to be an old man full of vitality.

However, his overly thin cheeks, tall but curved hooked nose, and thin lips with a dark red color make his whole temperament mean.

Just based on his face, it is hard to imagine that he is a person who is easy to get along with.

John Doug’s reaction also shows the personal characteristics of Light Meier from the side. He is not easy to get along with.

After a cold glance at John Doug, he continued to speak.

“The government said that there is not enough experimental materials recently. How do you do your work? Two Auror teams have been assigned to you, but you can’t even supply the experimental materials there now.

If you don’t have the ability, I don’t mind replacing someone else.

I’ll give you three more days at most. If the experimental materials can’t be gathered, I don’t mind adding you to the list and sending you over as experimental material.”

Grete noticed that John Doug didn’t even dare to explain, but just kept his head down and accepted the order in a muffled voice.

“Okay, go to Area 51 later. There’s a message from there saying that the goblin you sent over yesterday has something to say to you.

But before you go there, I need to change your brain first.”

After saying this, John Doug’s breathing suddenly became rapid. Even if he forced himself to calm down, he couldn’t do it.

Grete was a little confused about what Lightmeyer was doing, and what that change of brain meant.

Of course, he didn’t need to imagine all this, because after Lightmeyer said this, he stood up.

He walked straight to the only two magic items in this office.

He raised his wand and knocked heavily on the fireplace.

Seeing his actions, Grete’s eyes widened. This familiar behavior reminded him of the way to enter Diagon Alley.

The triggered hiding spell is generally used to hide the building.

Sure enough, after Lightmeyer knocked, the fireplace in front of him retreated straight back, and then a dark downward passage appeared in the original place.

After the passage appeared, Light Meyer never spoke again, nor did he ask John Doug to follow him, but walked straight down.

John Doug stood there, took several deep breaths, and then prepared himself mentally, and stepped in with heavy steps.

Gret hurriedly followed, and after a more detailed spell wave scan, he followed John Doug in.

The passage was very long, and the green torch stretched John Doug’s figure and twisted it into a weird shape.

He turned countless corners and experienced more than ten warning spells along the way.

If Gret had not been cautious enough and had not left John Doug’s body, he would have been exposed by now.

The deeper he went into the passage, the more he could feel the surrounding atmosphere becoming colder and colder.

In the entire passage, only John Doug’s footsteps seemed to be getting heavier.

Not far away, Light Meyer was like a robot, and every step seemed to be carefully measured, with equal strides.

He never looked back, nor did he talk to John Doug, the tail behind him.

He just led the way blindly, waving his wand from time to time, turning on the warning spell, or shutting down the alchemical mechanism.

Feeling those obscure but threatening mechanisms, Gret couldn’t help but feel amazed.

Gret was sure that the security here was definitely far better than the British Ministry of Magic.

Or, the lost Europe had long lost the ability to build such a confidentiality-level building.

Even the goblins in Gringotts, the security devices they set up were just on par with this one.

That was an ancient race whose heritage had never been cut off, and who had been tirelessly rebelling against wizards, but had not been completely wiped out.

At the end of the passage was a more gloomy secret room, and Wright Meier’s performance was finally no longer so casual.

When following John Doug here, you can see the old man Wright, who cut open his palm without changing his expression.

As the spell was chanted, blood gradually evaporated, covering the end of the entire passage.

The dim green light and the evil blood color made Gret wonder whether he had come to the American Ministry of Magic or a place where a cult ceremony was held.

Fortunately, the blood color did not last too long.

The wound on Wright Meier’s palm healed after swallowing a bottle of something unknown.

Before he saw the scene inside the secret room, Gret was still in doubt.

But when the door of the secret room was completely opened, he was completely enlightened.

The secret room was semicircular, with transparent windows that reached the top of the dome, close to the inner wall of the secret room, and the windows were also divided into small grids.

In each grid were placed body tissues in jars.

Limbs, internal organs, eyeballs, and brains…

Gret clearly noticed that these tissues still retained vigorous activity even when they were separated from the body.

The last time he saw such a scene was in the corridor next to the potion classroom.

However, the tissues there are all kinds of potion materials, from various magical creatures.

It is different here. Grete can clearly distinguish that most of the tissues here are from the human body.

Only some particularly precious body tissues of magical animals, such as the nerves of dragons, the wings of thunderbirds, the horns of unicorns…

have their own display windows.

Since entering the secret room, Light Meyer’s mood has become excited. He walked to the display window where the brain tissue was stored, picked and chose for a long time, and then took out a jar marked with John Doug’s name from the corner.

At this time, John Doug finally calmed down after experiencing violent tremors, and walked step by step to the operating table in the center.

What happened afterwards was completely beyond Grete’s imagination.

Light Meyer was like a skilled surgeon and a cruel butcher, opening John Doug’s skull.

Even though Grete had prepared himself mentally, he almost couldn’t hold on and was almost bounced out by the magic particles.

Light Meyer directly separated a piece of John Doug’s brain tissue and then filled it with a new piece.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the potion and the spell that kept John Doug alive, Grete believed that he would not have been able to hold on until the end of the operation.

After everything was over, Light Meyer skillfully cast a forget spell on John Doug, who had not yet woken up.

The magical fluctuations of the forget spell weaving memories, even if Grete closed his eyes, could distinguish them.

When John Doug woke up, Light Meyer had already dealt with the beginning and the end, and the tissue of the wall was hidden.

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“Okay, go ahead, as usual, don’t worry about Legilimency.

However, I still want you to remember in your heart who you are working for.

If I find out that you have betrayed me again, I will really make you into an experimental material and send you there.”

After replacing his brain, John Doug’s actions became obviously sluggish.

After the brain surgery, he had lost his memory, and all his current memories were undoubtedly woven by Light Meyer with magic spells.

But even so, after hearing Light’s words, his body shuddered involuntarily.

It seems that the shadow caused by Lightmeyer did not disappear because of the loss of memory. It is unknown how many times Lightmeyer had tortured him before his body had such a stress response.

After John Doug left the Ministry of Magic, Gret tried to use Legilimency to see if he could get the information he wanted from John Doug.

The final result disappointed Gret. No matter how Gret explored, the memories he saw were like those through thick glass.

Gret had felt that familiar feeling before coming to America.

However, they did not do anything to the brain. It was just that Gret broke into the brain of the Death Eater and wove countless memories with the Forgetfulness Spell.

That was the case at the time. Among the memories read by Legilimency, all those woven by the Forgetfulness Spell had no clear images, which made him feel like he was dreaming.

But other memories could still be read out as usual, without being changed by the cover of the Forgetfulness Spell.

Gret really didn’t know where Lightmeyer learned such extreme methods.

Even the most vicious black wizards in history did not open the skull of others.

Although others played with the soul, to some extent, they still respected the dignity of human beings as intelligent beings.

Light Meier’s behavior could not be forgiven even in the barbaric ancient times.

However, although the method was barbaric, Grete had to admit that it was very effective.

After all, even the part that stored memory disappeared, what could others read out?